Chapter 6 The Fate Of Those Seducing The Princes

Makenna's POV:

Kristina was undeniably hostile.

I wanted to deny it immediately, but before I could even open my mouth, Kristina let out a disdainful snort. "Nothing special," she spat, as though I was beneath her notice.

Her eyes swept over me as if I were a piece of garbage, ready to be discarded. The disdain in her gaze was that of someone who believed herself superior, someone who had never questioned her place at the top. Under her scrutiny, I felt a wave of shame rise within me, my lips trembling as I bit down, fighting back tears. Sadness crept in like a shadow.

Since arriving here, it was as if I had been stripped of all dignity as a she-wolf, left vulnerable to anyone's abuse.

Kristina sneered, withdrew her gaze, and arrogantly scanned the crowd, raising her voice.

"Remember this, you ordinary women. I am Kristina Harrison, daughter of the Beta and the future queen! Do not even think about trying to seduce the princes to rise in rank. If you dare, I promise I will not show any mercy!"

Her declaration echoed through the hall, and her eyes, full of contempt, landed on me once more. She waved her hand, and the maid behind her swiftly handed her a dagger.

Kristina took the dagger and slowly approached me, the cold blade lightly tracing my face as she spoke in a chilling voice. "Now, let me show you the fate of those who dare to seduce the princes."

I could feel the biting cold of the steel against my skin, and my heart leapt in panic. Fear paralyzed my legs, turning them into jelly. I dared not move, terrified that any wrong twitch would leave a scar on my face.

"It's not true! I didn't seduce the prince..." I stammered in desperation. It was Bryan who had dragged me away without a word, and he had even threatened to kill me.

If I could, I would leave here immediately. Who would want to be a madman's sex slave?

But Kristina cut me off, her anger flaring. "Shut your mouth, you conniving woman!" she snarled.

Her eyes burned with venom as she glared at me, convinced that I had schemed to charm Bryan. "You will regret this. I'll make sure of it. No man will ever look at you again."

With that, she raised the dagger, her intent clear. "Die!"

The crowd gasped, screams filling the air. My eyes widened in terror, and I instinctively jumped back, narrowly dodging the blade.

Hayley and the other servants sprang forward, trying to stop the madness. Sweat trickled down Hayley's forehead as she pleaded, "Miss Harrison, you can't do this! His Majesty will not overlook this!"

But Kristina, undeterred and fearless, scoffed. "Do you think I care? I am the Beta's daughter. Even if I kill her right now, His Majesty won't take my life."

With those chilling words, Kristina brandished the dagger once more, causing Hayley and the servants to retreat in fear. She lunged at me, her hand shoving me hard, and then raised the dagger again, aiming straight for my face.

"Ah!" I screamed, frozen in terror.

Just as the blade was about to descend, I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the pain that never came. What happened?

Did someone stop her?

I opened my eyes in bewilderment and saw Kristina's hand, still holding the dagger, suspended in mid-air. Her once vicious expression had melted into one of bashful surprise, completely at odds with the fury she had shown moments ago.

"Clayton, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice suddenly saccharine, dripping with forced sweetness as she addressed the man behind me.

Clayton? The name stirred a vague familiarity; it seemed to be the third son of the Lycan king.

I turned to look and was momentarily stunned by what I saw.

Compared to the other two princes, he was unique. Clayton Reeves was as serene as a flowing stream, while Dominic was frigid as ice and Bryan was a roaring fire.

His brow was bordered by dainty bangs, and his silver hair was ruffled with gentle curls. His eyes were compassionate and deep, exuding a calmness that seemed entirely at odds with the terrifying whispers that surrounded him.

"Are you alright?" Clayton asked softly, signaling a servant to bring a cloak and drape it over me.

His kindness was so genuine, so unexpected, that it eased some of the fear still gripping my heart. I felt a warmth stir within me. It was the first true kindness I had encountered today.

I clutched the cloak tightly around my shoulders, whispering, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Clayton had a servant help me to the side, and then turned a slightly cold gaze to Kristina. "Kristina, what were you trying to do just now? Murder?"